Snow is just the
icing on the cake.Even as the Earth begins to
warm,And we reduce our footprints for its
sake,So will light from dark again be
born.Old customs, rooted deeply in the
heart,Now live on as atmospheric joy.'Mid
pines or palms, mince pie or mango tart,Seasonal displays
our spirits buoy.Greetings, then, and hopes for the new
year,Regardless of the temperature
outside!Each gift of time is cause enough for
cheer;Each moment yet unlived a blushing
bride.Though the world be dark and warming
fast,In season's joy is something that will
last.Nor will we soon forget to
celebrateGrace so bountiful or gifts so
great,Sensing well the fortune of our
fate.